Queen Rouge

Chapter 3

Walking back into pack territory was one thing I never thought I'd ever have to do again. But I did. I freakin did. But crossing the borderline that separates pack territory from rouge territory was nothing compared to crossing the borderline to the AlphaKing's pack. That had to have been the most stupidest thing I've ever done in my life. Especially since the last time I crossed these borders I only just escaped with my life intact. And something tells me I won't be that lucky this time.

"You okay Demina?" A voice breaks through my thoughts. I snap my head to look at them, my expression blank. "You're not scared are you?" The guy mocks. Breaking out a chorus of laughs amongst him and his friends.

I narrow my eyes at him. And everyone else stills. It's not long before his friends stop laughing, noticing the tension filled silence that has befallen the group. Even the birds who very happily chirping before have quietened down. One of his friends tap on the shoulder, indicating that he should stop. He scowls at him, but stops laughing. And slowly but surely all attention is turned to me.

I look him up and down. He's new. Upon this realisation, my trademark evil smirk forms on my lips. My eyes gleaming in joy. It's been ever so long since I've had a newbie to play with. The rest of the group takes a several steps back. Creating a wide circulation surrounding him and his friends. I jump down from the log I was positioned on only moments before. My movements swift and graceful. Predatory. His friends start to shift from foot to foot. Uneasy with the situation. Mine and the rest of the groups actions putting them in edge. They know something's about to go down. They just don't know what.

"Let me get this straight," I say, my voice dark and malicious, striking fear in the eyes of the newbies. "You're new. Aren't you?" My sadistic smile widen when I see them visibly gulp. "This'd also be your first mission. Isn't it?" My grin shows teeth now, and not in the friendly way. When one of them goes to speak I cut him off. "No, no, no, no, no. Who gave permission to speak? Oh, that's no one. So shut your buddy mouths." I say the last part with an extra sneer. My gaze even icier than before. They all take an unsteady step backwards.

"But because your new," I continue my voice a tad lighter, only slightly kinder. "I'll overlook that. But let's all get this straight. You all are currently sitting on the bottom of the hierarchy. Your no better than the dirt below my feet. You don't speak unless your spoken too. Someone tells you to do something, you do it, no complaints, no questions, no nothing just doing as your bloody told. Got it?" I practically snarl at them. His friends all furiously nod their heads, but he stupidly back chats.

"Who made you the boss? What gives the right to boss around?"

"Are you bloody stupid?" Corey asks him, wearing a look of total disbelief. "At this rate your gunna get yourself killed." Corey muttered the last part mostly to himself.

My eyes flashing with anger, my wolf riling up. Begging for me to let her loose. Begging me to tear into him. To rip him to shreds. But I reigned her back. Calming her, but only by a fraction. Wait! Why am I holding back?Why shouldn't I test him apart? He deserves it. The little jackass. I've always had a thing against know at alls and smart alacks. Having come across my decision.

My claws lengthen. And before a second can even pass, I've got him my his neck. My razor sharp claws digging into his flesh. My sudden movement making his friends jump backwards. Their eyes widening at the sight of the blood dripping down his neck. His hands immediately claw at my hand trying to relieve some pressure off his neck. A desperate action. He thinks I'm going to kill him. Good. I lean in close to his face. My canines showing.

"You'll learn soon enough why I'm the boss. Why I have the right to boss you lot around. Why I'm at the top of the hierarchy. And do I look scared to you? No, but you do. You stink of fear. You reek of it. The stench has been oozing out of your pores ever since we first approached the borderline. I have no idea why Tyson decided to bring you along, but you should be privileged." My voice is low and predatory. Animalistic and dangerous. Only a few decibels loud, do only he can hear me. "And if I ever hear you call me by my name again, I'll tear that throat of yours out."

"Demina!!!" Tyson's voice rings out loudly through space. I slowly turn to face him, my deadly eyes not leaving the jackass handing suspended in the air, until the very last moment. I see Tyson positioned where I was. On top the fallen tree. "Put him down. I don't care what he did to deserve it. I need him alive. Not only are we officially on pack lands and it's currently illegal to kill, he also has a specific skill set that is invaluable to this mission."

I roll my eyes at his dramatics. "Fine." I say, tightening my hold for a fraction of a second before retracting my claws and letting him go. He falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He takes in fast deep breaths, like his kinds were just deprived of oxygen. He probably just had been. Wiping my hand clean of his blood I walk away from him. Glancing up a Tyson, I continue. "But I'm not sure what skill set your speaking of, because from what I've just seen I'm not impressed. He's a pathetic excuse for a rouge. In my opinion, your wasting your time with him."

"I never asked for your opinion Demina. And it's my time to waste as ever I please."

"Now that's where your wrong Tyson. Because right now. Your wasting my time. Your wasting a hell of a lot of other things. And if I don't live to see myself outside of this godforsaken land because of that wastrel I'll haunt you to your death." I abruptly turn, and leap up into the branches of the next tree. Swiftly swinging myself up over and onto the branches. Disappearing from view into foliage of leaves.

The shocked and bewildered expression written on almost everyone's face burning into my memory. I know that my current behaviour may be uncharacteristically not me in the eyes of the rouges. But they never really knew me did they? No, they only knew the me that I showed them. The me that I want to be. That I wish I was. But unfortunately I'll never be.